TMI Tuesday: the Sexy Things we Do and Say

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1. Close your eyes and think about having sex with your lover. Now, what was the first image that came to your mind? Was it foreplay? What kind of sex? What position? Where?

The lecture theatre at my job. On the long conference table that dominates the “stage” area. No one else is there, or watching, it’s late, it’s quiet, no one in the building except for maybe security. The lights are dim in the theatre, except for the bright overhead lights over the table. I’m on my hands and knees on the table and he’s fucking me from behind. His palms are flat and wide, sliding up my back, stroking my skin, up into my hair, massaging my scalp, using my hair to tug me up to him, he’s biting and kissing my shoulders, his tongue is tracing my tattoos, his free hand is wrapped around my body, arm resting against my hip bone, fingers stroking the sweet space between my thigh and my pelvis, right where the joint connects… he’s whispering… whispering… and I can’t quite make out the words but the idea of what they could be makes me shiver.

2. What is that most memorable thing that you or your partner said immediately after sex?

Heh. There’s usually a lot of mumbling and sighing and and whimpering and “you okay, baby?” and “thank you, Sir/Daddy” and “that was so good.” We’re both usually pretty worn and we talk a lot during… sooooooo, yea.

3. Whether reward or punishment, a part of your body must be shown on a huge billboard in the heart of your city/town. Which body part will you select to be 14 feet tall by 48 feet wide (4.27 meters x 14.63 meters)?

My calves.

4. You are about to lose your power of speech, what’s the one thing you would want to tell someone before that happens?

No matter who I was around, I’d more than likely say: I love you–because it’s one of the most beautiful things you can say to someone and if I could never say it aloud again, that’s what I’d want to say.

5. You are stricken with a disorder that causes you to blurt out a single phrase every time you orgasm? What is that phrase?

Just for shits and giggles I’d want it to be “the Lannisters send their regards!” or “Winter is coming!” —-(Whatcha think, Sir? =P)

Bonus: If you had to make out with a friend (same sex or opposite sex) to save the world from mass destruction, whom would you pick?

I’ll assume Sir isn’t an option and go with ANY of my hot lady blogger friends. 😉


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Give as Good as you Get

“You see, I’ve had something on my mind, and I simply can’t… finish this conversation till I alleviate my poor brain.”

“Oh? Go for it,” he says, and I can see the hint of a smirk at the corners of his lips.

But I know he doesn’t know what I’m about to do, what’s been on my mind for days now. I fall to my knees in a kneeling position and push my way between his legs, my open palms stroke the tops of his thighs and I look up at him with a cheshire cat grin.

His eyes grow dark.

“Oh,” he murmurs.

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TMI Tuesday: Sex, Sex, Sex

Welcome to a new week and a new TMI Tuesday. Up this week…

Sexual Practices

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1. How much sex is too much sex? Explain.

No such thing. Honestly, if I had no other responsibilities, I’d probably die in a bedroom from dehydration and exhaustion and be happy about doing so.

2. According to the Kinsey Institute, 18-29 year olds have sex an average of 112 times per year, 30-39 year olds an average of 86 times per year, and 40-49 year olds an average of 69 times per year (how appropriate!)

a. Which group of averages would you prefer to belong?

I prefer to belong the first age group.

b. Based on your age (if listed), find your group above. Would you say you are well below, pretty close to or high above your group’s average for having sex per year?

Oh… 🙂

3. Swinging (defined here)–have you tried it? Will you try it? Do you hope/wish to try it before you die?

Honestly, by those clearly defined terms, I’ve never been a swinger. I’ve participated in three ways and orgies, and polyamory, and I had a partner of mine, not a boyfriend, just a consistent sex partner, and we went to a swinger’s club a few times to pick up another couple, but that always ended up being a foursome more than a swinging situation.

4. What is “having sex”? According to YOU and prior to this TMI Tuesday did you consider:
– Masturbation as having sex? Yes or No
– Performing oral sex as having sex? Yes or No

When I masturbate by myself I don’t think I am having sex… but I am engaging in sexual activity. When I engage in mutual masturbation with a partner… hmmm… same thing I think, though it can become “having sex”–foreplay is a part of “having sex.” But I do think Oral sex counts as having sex.

5. When was the last time you received oral sex?

Hmmm. The last month or so is kind of a blur in a lot of ways, so I don’t actually remember the last time I received it. I’m not big on asking for it. It drives me batshit crazy with pleasure and is something I am only just learning to handle. I love, love, love it, but normally I’ve got other things on my mind. Like giving him Oral sex (because I fucking love it). I would blow him every single day if my schedule would allow it.

Bonus:  What is it?

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La poire. A Venus or Woman of Willendorf, it looks like, especially given the prominence of the breasts and vulva.


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He Fucked Me So Good He Broke Me

He canes my ass. He canes my thighs–the backs and the front. He canes me over my tattoos and they are ultra sensitive. It’s a good girl spanking, because he was craving putting cane to flesh and I asked him for it. He increases the weight of his swing with every ‘thwack’ against my skin and it makes me wiggle from foot to foot and whine. The most painful spot, undoubtedly, is just below my ass cheeks, right on the high tops of my thighs. The arousal in his voice increases with every single one of my strangled “owwwwweeeees.”

Every time I answer “I don’t know” instead of yes or no, he raps me hard, just above the knee–on second thought… that may be the most painful spot. He keeps it up until I start getting sassy, and my panties are soaked, through and through. I am bouncing back and forth on the balls of my feet, but not because of the pain, because I am wet and desperate for him to hurt me, to be rough with me, to fuck me. I want his hands on me, in place of the cane.

“Get up on the bed, on your knees.”
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You’re the Secret That I Desire, I Can’t Keep That to Myself

She blinked in and out of consciousness; the lights were bright, too bright, when her eyes opened, but the dark scared her. Still… she drifted. Once, when she half-woke, he and the doctor were standing over her prone body, discussing her recovery process. The conversation floated in and out of her ears, with snippets of words here or there, words like “weak” and “dangerous” and “caution;” Words that served to do little more than frighten her back into the blackness of unconsciousness. Once, she thought she felt his hand against her cheek, though it might have been a dream.

When she was well enough to leave the hospital, she spent six weeks on pseudo-bedrest, flitting between the bed, the sofa, physical therapy appointments, and long, steamy baths that left her feeling better each time she stepped out of them. He was attentive and concerned, but quiet, and she hoped he wasn’t having second thoughts about the operation. He washed her hair during her baths, and escorted her to physical therapy. He cooked her meals for her, and snuggled close, but not too close or hard, to her in the evenings. They watched television shows together, though nothing too funny, or she would laugh and upset the stitches. He read her to sleep some nights, and others, she would drift quickly in the early evenings and be out until well past dawn the next day. Time passed, quick and slow and all at once. Continue reading

A Treatise on Orgasm Control (In My Dynamic)

I think the question I am asked most often about orgasm control is tied between why and how?

Why would you voluntarily stop masturbating?
Why would you voluntarily edge yourself beyond reason?
Why would you hold yourself at the threshhold during sex?
Why don’t you just have an orgasm?
Why does he get to cum and you don’t?
Why does he get to decide how, when, and how often?
Why do you consider this a BDSM practice and not just being used by your partner?

How do you stand it?
How do you hold off?
How do you have this much will power?
How do you resist “cheating?”
How would he find out if you did “cheat?”
How healthy is it for you to do this?
How does this effect your mental health?

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